My breath hitched at his words, heat pooling between my legs. The words hung in my throat; even as I opened my mouth to speak, I couldn't form a word.
Suddenly, I felt his body heat burning my back, his breath followed, flushing down my neck, and I felt something rough but soft.
His lips.
They moved, calculated, and careful as if trying to gauge how my body would react, if I would pull away but how could I?
I've spent a whole fucking year without him, even though I grieved for what we lost, I still longed for him.
When I slept, when I was left alone with my thoughts and emotions to bury me.
And yet here he was… within reach. How could I say no to that?
"No," I replied. The next words caused my breath to quiver. "I wouldn't object."
A thick growl vibrated from deep within his throat. What happened next was so fast I couldn't think.
My back met a surface, maybe a table, I don't know, but I spread out for him, vulnerable and welcoming everything he wanted to give to me.
